Tinker Bell loves going ching-ching, preparing
wonderful cuisine, purposefully striding up and
down the sunny kitchen, I'm wearing my blue
goblin costume and just want some peace,
trying to disappear into Chopin, but the WWW
search comes up empty - sitting on a kitchen
cabinet and lamenting dirty feet - the result of
playing with our long-legged terrier, and again
the resemblance triggers memories: my hands
and feet are carbon copies of my dad's; mom
Had dainty fingers and other feet while Dad & I
have little sausage fingers and no dignity: mom
was dignity personified and what I admire in her
was her conviction of being directly descended
from the gods and sweetly taking conversations
Just like Alice's Red Wonderland Queen, and
bend them all to her taste in Music and her
Religious Convictions...
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